Yeah, so, a year ago this happened.
I can’t believe it’s been a year since I evicted this creature from my uterus. If you want to read all the gruesome details, you can check it out here. The whole thing is graphic and gross. Consider yourself warned.
It’s so crazy to think that more than a year ago, The Boy wasn’t here. Now he’s here, and I can’t imagine my life without him.
A year ago, mighty mighty good man David and I were freaking out. We are someone’s parents. Madness! We barely knew how to hold a baby let alone take care of one. Changing a diaper was a stressful experience. Now, we’re experts in all things Calvin. We’re not baby experts. We’re Calvin experts, though.
A year ago, the Spawn looked like this:
And now he looks like this:
He’s not a little baby anymore. He’s a little boy. He’s crawling and exploring. Nothing is safe in this house now. We’re blocking everything off and moving things to the top shelf. He’s talking. He says “mama,” dada,” “dog,” and I swear the other day he said, “diaper.” Oh, and he also barks at Homer. “Ruff ruff ruff.” It’s pretty much the cutest thing ever. He is a very happy little guy. Actually, he’s not very little. He’s tall. He is 12 months old, but he is wearing clothes for a 24 month old. He’s got a smile for everyone, especially the ladies. True story. He’s a huge flirt.
If you can’t tell from this blog, I think The Boy is the best thing ever. He’s my favorite person. Every day I feel so lucky. I am so lucky to have David, who is such an awesome partner and the best dad. And I’m so lucky to have Calvin. He is a really good kid. He’s a good sleeper and a good eater (everyone always asks about that). He has such a good-natured, laid back personality. He loves to laugh, and we love to make him laugh.
Happy birthday, Calvin!
OK, I will stop gushing about my baby now. I promise the next blog post will be your regularly scheduled snark.